Recently my Instacart shopper mistakingly read my order for 20 bananas and delivered 20 POUNDS of bananas. I learned that 20 pounds of bananas is a lot of bananas! On the bright side, I haven’t been able to make banana muffins for months on end because the bananas never get ripe enough to use in baking, but I’ve made 12 dozen muffins in the last week.
Randomly in the middle of the afternoon the middle C string on the harp exploded. The room was empty, so I guess the string had just had it with all the tension in its life! As a result, The Banana and I learned to replace a string on a pedal harp. It took a while to figure it out, but we got it in the end. Well, mostly The Banana got it. I was just hovering around for emotional support.
On the cello I have been working on some tricky bowings and that elusive vibrato. I’m continuing to work on a concerto and a sonata. They are both a little tricky.
I’m getting excited about the Beethoven piano sonata I have been working on for the past few months! I have now learned the whole thing, and it is percolating and sounding deeper and richer in musicality all the time. A few months into learning my “musical Covid project” I wondered what I was thinking, choosing such a long piece when the pandemic has not ever left me with “extra time.” In fact, I have mostly been much busier and stretched much thinner since the pandemic started. But, happily, slow, persistent practicing has paid off, and this sonata is happening!
At a recent graduation party for some dear neighbors, I learned that kids are just WAY easier to socialize with in comparison to adults. They have much more exciting conversations and the subject matters are much more fun as well. Who needs grown ups? Of, course, to them, I’m a weird grown up. But I will take sitting on the ground with a bunch of kids over sitting at a stuffy table with a bunch of adults ANY DAY!
After spilling ice cream on two of my favorite shirts in the past two months, I have learned that there is no shame in draping yourself in a large beach towel while consuming delicious local ice cream in a scrumptious hand made (leaky) waffle cone.
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